Letting go of the boy, Noah himself steps forward tentatively. Observant blue eyes scan the room, the potential dangers lifting and collecting in his mind. He grumbled some, under his breath and hardly even words, but turned to the group of men standing closest to him. "Can you guys rig something up enough that I can pull?" He asked them. He was starting to get better at crafting his own questions rather than let his commands sound less authoritative.
The sleighs that they had used to bring in the wood pulled by draft ponies were broken, but if they could get them just out of the storage room Noah knew he would be able to pull one to a safer, more usable area in his reindeer form. The idea of trying to get to the sleighs and sleds, however, made Noah's stomach turn. It looked like the room might collapse at any moment. "How about some ropes? Did anyone bring any ropes?" Luckily, there was a woman who did bring rope. For a moment, relief flooded Noah's chest. "Can you guys grab some of the wood from the storage room? Can we try to rig up something we could pull using the ropes?" He took a step forwards towards the room as he spoke, examining.
They would need to be careful. Noah reach forward and grabbed a few pieces of smaller wood, listening for any sign that the walls might crumple. He nodded to those around him, and they carefully grabbed out pieces of wood. One man at a time. If they were successful, Noah gestured for them to pile the wood up on the ropes the women had set out.
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One of Noah's people has rope, so they are carefully trying to gather wood a few pieces at a time, one person at a time, and set it up on the ropes.
And detached as boats to the dock?
